Squishy Yellow Elegy
Part I: YearningsMy soul! it cries for comfort of a sort
To soothe the aching brain and calm the heart
And too, my stomach does its mass comport
To send its rumblings into every part
My tongue it thrashes to and fro in vain
What shall I do? This hunger racks my frame.
The balm is plain to see, just as you please.
Part II: The QuestSo to the mart I go to seek my fare
Among the hundred aisles I boldly search
And here I find a biscuit, here a leek
And over towards the back some salted perch
But when it seems that hope is truly lost
And there my goal, my shining Xanadu!
It is a box of Kraft on which to dine.
Part III: The ResolutionI charge into the kitchen, box in hand
My goal: a pot, and water thence to boil
So I may cause these noodles to expand,
and for the sauce of cheese, I'll need some oil.
Heretic! you call me. I'll deny it.
Butter and milk does make a runny sauce;
The noodles boiled while we did poke and tease.
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